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Homecoming Part Two

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“C-can you bring the leftovers up?" Jim nervously asks the waitress.

“Yes, of course, and, uhm, congratulations?" She awkwardly shuffles back through the door.

I sniffle with my head still on his leg as he gently massages and strokes my hair.

“Uhm, you ready for bed?" Jim asks.

I nod.

“Alrighty, let's get goin'!" Jim hoists me by my underarms and guides me through the restaurant with his paw on my back.

My mind is static. I barely register the awkward 'congratulations' we get as we walk through the restaurant. I'm sure the snot running down my face and my empty eyes make me look like someone just died.

Hardly the face of a man who just got engaged. Jim massages me, kisses my neck, and cheerily thanks people when they congratulate us. I don't realize that we're standing in front of the elevator until the loud ding and woosh of the doors opening bring me back to reality.

Fuck, Wes, don't ruin this.

Please, please don't ruin this.

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I just can't keep my paws offa him. My husband ! I mean, we ain't married yet, I dunno when we're doin' that… But I think of him as my husband anyhow. It's like my high-school fantasy all comin' true!

I get all frisky with him in the elevator, rubbin' his back, kissin' his neck, even lickin' his cheek. Poor fella, he looks exhausted , like he ain't slept in days. Which I guess is kinda my fault; on account've our, uh, misunderstandin' about his proposal…

Some might say I'm overcompensatin', being so snuggly and affectionate, but I know he loooooves it when I am. He pretends he doesn't like it, like he's gonna be embarrassed if someone sees us, but the way he always smiles just makes me wanna do it more.

“C'mon, husband !" I scoop him into my arms as the elevator door opens to our floor.

“Jim…" Wes smiles weakly, his cheeks a light shade of red.

“Let's get you allll tucked in for bed, husband ."

“We aren't married y–"

“But we will be! N' I'm practicin'. Gonna introduce you to folks as Wesley Park! My husband ." I nod.

Wesley reaches up and scratches the back of my head. “That's a little presumptuous, baby bear."

I set him on the ground outside our room. “I think it sounds real nice!"

Wes heads straight to the bedroom and faceplants on the mattress. “Mmmffmm…"

I land on top of him and he grunts. “I couldn't hear yah, husband."

“I said 'I think Jim Groves sounds nice, too'." He replies.

My face gets warm and my tail even wiggles a little bit, darn, he's got a way with words. “Well–I–I think Daddy'd be upset if I took your name."

Wes laughs. “Yeah, I think the only thing keeping your male family members sane is never thinking about us having sex, and if they do, I bet they think you're on top." He squirms and rolls over to face me. “If you take my name they'd think you're 'the woman', or something."

He's probably right. “Well, we got a little time to figure it out."

Wesley looks away for a second and frowns.

As he opens his mouth I plant a big, fat, wet kiss on him.

He smiles. “What was–"

I kiss him again.

“Jim–"

“Less talkin', more kissin'." I cup his cheek with one paw.

“I don't know if I'm in the mood for–"

“D'aww, we can only kiss n' cuddle if we're fuckin'?" I make baby eyes at him. “Don't you wanna kiss yer–"

“Don't you dare," He smiles a big, toothy grin.

“Yer baby beawr." I feel a little guilty pullin' this twice in one day.

He wraps his arms around my neck and presses his lips to mine.

Gottem!

“Yeah, I guess I do." He laughs. Perfect.

We spend a long time kissin', cuddlin', and just talkin' about stuff, mostly the wedding before I start to realize Wes must've fallen asleep a while ago. He's so relaxed and calm. I kiss his forehead and close my eyes.

I giggle. Hehe. Fallin' asleep with my husband!

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“If brunch is half as fancy-pants as sushi it ain't fer me, Wesley." Jim crosses his arms.

“It's just a later breakfast, Jim," I reply.

“Then call it breakfast! It don't need no fancy name!" Jim grumbles as he puts on his jacket and heads to the door.

I roll my eyes. “Okay, well, brunch has booze."

Jim raises an eyebrow and scratches his muzzle. “Alright, I reckon it's worth a go…I don't need to learn nothin' like chopsticks, do I?"

“Nope, just regular knives and forks baby bear." I kiss his cheek. “Come on, it's not a long walk but I, uh, I planned a big day for us."

“Wesleeeeeeey," Jim turns me around my my shoulder and pulls me into him. “Y'know I already said yes, right?"

My cheeks turn bright red. “I just want to show you a good time, baby bear."

Jim leans forward. “Well… If ya wanna show me a real nice time, all ya gotta do is bend yerself over the bed there and–"

“Jim, we have a reservation!" I reply.

“I don't care, I wanna make sweet, sweet, love to my husband." He tilts my chin up, his eyes are so warm and inviting, it makes me want to stay here with him and– “Only thing I'm hungry for right now is your ass."

I blink. Nevermind. “We're going to brunch."

His ears flatten and he clicks his tongue. “Fine! Better be good booze, none of that fancy stuff."

“It's mostly champers, mimosas, screwdrivers, bloody marys, Irish coffee, that kind of thing." I push the door open as Jim groans.

“I jus' wanna beer!"

“It's 10 am, Jim."

“Well yer gonna have some fancy-pants thing, I jus' wanna enjoy a beer with my huuuuuuusband!" His paws travel up and down my chest as we wait for the elevator.

I lean into him. “Yeah?"

“Yeah! And I wanna fu–"

Ding . Jim chokes as a family walks out of the elevator. He stands stiff as a board behind me and I can hear his feet shuffling around. I smile at his nervousness, it's cute seeing him get so flustered. It doesn't take much.

Inside the elevator, Jim pulls the visor of his cap pulled over his eyes as he stares at the floor.

I reach over and gently squeeze his butt.

“Wesley Groves! They got cameras in here!" He jumps back.

“Didn't stop you last night, plus they got cameras in the hall too, baby bear." I wink.

I watch him groan and squirm. I don't think there's anyone in the world luckier than I am.

“Oh, and baby bear?"

“Yeah?" He crosses his arms.

“Across the street from the brunch place, there's a brewery, we'll grab you a beer after."

He lifts me off the ground and spins me around as the elevator door opens. “D'aww! You know yer bear alright!"

I put an arm around his waist and guide him to the door. It's going to be a good day!

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I smile as Wes rubs my backside. He's in a better mood than when he woke up, and much better than last night—poor fella. I don't think I've ever seen him look so hurt before, not even during all the stuff with his dad's funeral.

I nod along as he lists all the stuff he's got planned, all the things we're gonna do today n' some stuff he wants to do with me the next time we visit the city. He don't gotta do any of this.

He could've asked me to marry him at the dinner table with Momma n' Daddy and I'd've been over the moon! Then we could go sit out in the back of my truck, have some drinks, get all snuggly with each other, and pass out.

I can't think of anything more romantic.

“This one place, it's like a big Texas Barbecue, has huge meat platters. I want to take you there for dinner tonight, maybe, I bet you'll love it and–"

I nod. Yep, I'm sure I'll love it. I've loved everything we've done together. He doesn't need to try so hard to impress me. I can't help but wonder if it's cause of his parents. I shake my head and focus on his smile, I don't want him to catch me frowning. He's always been tryin' to impress me, maybe everyone.

Wes has relaxed a little since we became all official, but not much. I notice it most in front of my folks and anyone we went to high school with. He did it in his city, too, at the bar. Tough, cool, all macho, Wesley.

I like him like this better, though. He's so excited! I can barely keep up with him.

“After dinner maybe we can get ice cream? I know you like ice cream and this little shop has like, 52 flavors, you can get as much as you want and–"

I pull him into my side. “After dinner maybe we get all snuuuuugly?"

He coughs. “Yeah, yeah we– we can do that, too."

Wes looks away from me. “Hey, Wes?"

“Hmm?"

I turn him toward me and kiss him hard on the lips. Someone nearby hoots n' cheers. “I love you."

He glances toward the other side of the street where people are cheering.

I kiss his head. “I loooooove youuuuu, huuuuusbbaaaaaaaa–"

“Jim!" He blushes. “We're, uh, we're here."

He runs inside the restaurant before returning to the door to hold it open for me.

Silly fella.

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There are a lot of empty seats, but I reserved one outside with a little propane heater nearby. I thought Jim would want to eat outside. I pull his chair out for him and he laughs. I hope he isn't bored, he didn't want to get ice cream, maybe because it's cold? Maybe I'll get him hot coco or–

“What the hell is all this?" He squints at the menu, his nose nearly touching it.

“Uhh, bacon?" I reply nervously.

“They got like, twenty kinds!"

“Is that–is that okay?"

“Okay?!"

“We can go–"

“We gotta get all of it!" He laughs.

I smile wide. “I knew you'd love it! Try the spicy kind!"

Jim asks me about the menu, paying special attention to all the kinds of bacon. Maple syrup, smoked, jalapeno, peppered, 'whiskey', there are more flavors than I ever thought and, knowing Jim, he's going to love all of them!

“What's uh, what's bread pudding?" Jim asks.

“It's like french toast in a cup, I think."

“Oooh, let's get summa that!"

We order several large plates, at a much better price than I would have dared hoped for. I get a bloody Mary, but Jim is 'saving himself' for beer later. Once the first tray of bacon arrives Jim dives in.

I grab one or two small pieces, careful that my fingers aren't anywhere near his muzzle when I do. He's too cute, if a little scary when he's hungry. I know he likes it because we don't talk much during the meal.

It's not until the first tray is empty that he speaks up.

“Goddamn, Wes, that's good." He pats his belly. “I could eat here every day!"

“I'll just have to become a better cook for you, baby bear."

“D'aww, but bacon's easy."

I frown remembering when I tried to make him breakfast in bed the first time he came to visit me. “Right."

Jim laughs. “You're jus' impatient, that's all, Wes."

“Probably the same reason I was never a good fisherman, huh?" I reply.

“Yep!" Jim grabs the next tray of bacon before the server even sets it on our table.

He's right, I am impatient. Maybe… Maybe I should have waited another year or two before I asked Jim to marry me? Or maybe we stay engaged, live with each other, and then in a couple of years we have the wedding.

Maybe I shouldn't have done this, it's fucking psychotic to move across the country propose, buy a house, take a pay cut, and–

“Bbbrbrrrruuuuuuuuuu!" Jim roars, clutches his muzzle, and shakes his head. “Itsh hawt! "

“Are you okay?" I reach over and grab his arm."It says 'Flaming Hot Habanero', baby bear!"

He whines and looks at me with those big, adorable, and right now pretty sad, eyes. “I'm okay I–"

I roughly grab his paw as he reaches up to scratch his eye. “Jim! Paws! Wash your paws!"

He blinks. “Oh, right, hehe. What would I do without you, Wesley?"

I turn his paw over in my hand and wipe it down with some napkins. He flexes his digits and chuckles as I chastise him for nearly burning his eyeballs. This bear, he's not always the brightest but he should know better!

Especially after our incident with the chili powder. Poor guy, he was out of commission the whole weekend.

“Thank you huuusssbaaaaaaaand." Jim wears a big goofy smile.

“You're welcome, baby bear." I kiss his paw and let him return to the bacon.

The rest of breakfast is uneventful, and Jim and I mosey on over to the brewery across the street as soon as it opens. I hold the door open for my bear and watch his tail wiggle around excitedly.

That and the way his beautiful, perfect, round, and soft ass bounces while he walks.

“They got like, thirty taps, Wesley!" Jim bounces from foot to foot.

Too damn cute!

“Yup, let's try some and I'll grab a growler or two of the ones you like best," I place my hand on his lower back and guide him to the counter.

“Wesley, you're spoilin' me! You know you don't gotta," He leans into me, and my hand moves slightly closer to his rump.

“I–I want to!" I kiss his muzzle and quickly slide my hand down to one of his cheeks, squeezing firmly. I cannot resist, I find myself imagining what I'd really like for breakfast, mmf. What a bear. My bear .

“Wesley Groves!" He whispers. “You keep doin' that n' I'm gonna have to take you into the bathroom over there n' –"

“Jim! You wouldn't!"

“I sure would, now c'mon, we got beer to try." His paw wraps around my hand and he drags me to a nearby table.

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I can tell when Wes isn't feelin' good. He thinks he does a good job hiding it, and maybe he does, but he can't keep it from me. It's something about his eyes, they get so sad and he has this look like he's far away.

I make sure to let him know I'm havin' a great time! I just keep goin' on and on' about how good this beer is and how much I liked brunch , even if it's just fancy pants breakfast. At least there was bacon at brunch, not like sushi.

Every time I mention just how much fun I'm havin' he lights right on up! He might even be drinking more than I am. I notice these days he mostly drinks when he's happy, not when he's sad or angry. Which is probably good, but I better get us outta here b'fore he can't walk!

Gotta be sure he's good and ready for what I got planned for him tonight, after all.

“Hell, I need some water and a bathroom break." Wes laughs, hopping off his stool and wrapping his arms around my neck. “Don't go anywhere, baby bear!"

“I won't, don't fall!" I shake my head. He'll sober up after we walk around for a little bit. “Damn, Wes…" I growl as I watch how tight his jeans fit. Mmf. What a nice butt, and it's attached to my husband !

I bring my paws together and fiddle with the ring. It's so smooth it already feels natural like it should have been there my whole life. I frown. If I hadn't fucked everything up when we was in high school would we–

I guess it ain't worth thinking about. I hurt him then, but I won't do it again. I am having a good time, even if this is all a little bit much, he wants to do it for me and I'm gonna let him so long as he isn't killin' himself over me.

Wes manages to make it back from the bathroom in one piece, hooks his arm around my back, and guides me out to the street. He's just glowin'! I mean, he's all red, maybe cause of the booze, but he looks happy!

I'm glad he is because I don't much care for walking through the city. Too many cars, and too many other people, and I hate the dang crosswalks! That dumb robot voice goin' 'Wait. Wait. Wait.' then beepin' at me like a bomb about to go off!

Jesus, how does anyone live here? No trees, no critters, not even any stars!

Wesley likes the restaurants, the bars, the stuff . At least, the way he's talking about it I think he does. There's so much to do I'm not sure anyone could ever do it all, even with all the money and time in the world. It's kinda overwhelmin'.

We go from little shop to little shop, and to some big shops, grabbing all kinds of souvenirs. Some of em are really dumb, like candles and coasters, but some of this we're gonna be gettin' real use out of! Like our matchin' novelty shirts!

“Jim, seriously? 'Bear Bait' and 'Bear'." Wes holds up the shirt with the pot o' honey on it.

“Yeah! S'cute as hell!" I hold up my shirt, it jus' got a picture of a bear on it.

“Fine, fine, whatever you want, baby bear." He grabs my paw.

I'm still not convinced by the city, but as he goes on and on about every place we stop I think I understand.

Maybe he likes the noise, makes it hard to think. Like you're wearin' earmuffs. Probably helps with all that goin' on in his head; move on from one thing to the next before you get in too deep and get stuck.

I s'pose it's been a lot of fun, maybe we should go on more dates here, for his sake. Nice enough to visit, but I could never stay. Hmm. Speakin' of, Wes mentioned somethin' about a house?

I hope it's in the woods, and not too far from Momma. I hope it's someplace quiet we can make all ours, someplace it can be just us and the wind and the trees and stars. Can't wait to wake up next to him, my husband, for the first time in our house.

I'll give him something to think about then, that's for sure! Coffee, just the way he likes it, bacon and eggs and toast! Maybe an english muffin if he needs all that fancy stuff. I smile wide and Wes does too.

He doesn't know what I'm thinkin' of though, I just look into his eyes and kiss him.

“Baby bear, you're just… you're so cute." He runs his hands through my neck fur. “I love you."

“Love you too, Wesley." I place an arm around his shoulder.

That's gonna be a nice morning, rolling over on top of him and showing him exactly how much I love him. I love bein' on top, and ridin' Wes is like ridin' a fuckin' rodeo bull! But that's for another time, no, tonight I got other plans…

I feel the blood rush to my dick imaginin' it. Wes is probably too buzzed to notice how rowdy I'm gettin'. But I was barely able to sleep what with havin' a boner all night long, my dick even got a little sore. Gonna be sweet as honey when I finally get off.

Tonight isn't about me, though! It's about giving Wesley exactly what he needs.

Yessiree, I know what he needs!

He needs his Papa Bear.

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Jim scarfed his dinner down and spent most of the meal just watching me as I dig into the pile of meat. At first, I thought he wanted my dinner but that lusty look in his eyes tells me wants something else entirely.

I eat slowly. I don't know why I do… It's Jim! My Fiance, he loves me, he'd never hurt me or anything, not on purpose. I grimace, making sure not to look at Jim as I do, and stare at my meal as I remember my first time bottoming.

Fuck.

And last time, for that matter. I don't really like giving up control like that, especially after how uncomfortable my first time was. I hope Jim enjoyed his first time a lot more than enjoyed mine.

I'm sure he did, we've done it a lot more since then. So I like to think he's having a good time. God, he's so thick though! I slice into the fat, dripping, juicy slab of steak. I cut too big of a piece and it barely fits in my mouth.

He's just so thick …

“You hungry? We can always save it for later, take it on back to the hotel… maybe get in that jacuzzi together?" Jim not-so-subtly puffs out his chest and lets one hand slide down toward his crotch. “I got jus' the dessert for you, Wesley."

“S-someone might see!" I blush furiously and make eye contact with my steak.

“Naw, I jus' got a itch… One you can help me with." He leans closer, his adorable ears twitch.

I sigh. “Alright, I, uh, I'm not very hungry… Maybe we can grab a drink at the hotel bar when we get back?"

“Naw, we got those growlers at the brewery." He stands and offers me his paw. “Plus, I want you all good n' sober for our evenin' activities."

Jim is relentless on the walk back. His paw finds my ass 'on accident' far too often, and he stands extremely close behind me to make sure I can feel how 'rowdy' he's getting. I laugh it off mostly, but I'm anxious.

What if it doesn't feel good for him? What if he's let down by it, I mean, topping isn't for everyone but he's so excited about it. I really, really hope I can take him properly. What if he gets bored?!

Will we have a sexless marriage? Oh God! What if–

“If you don't wanna do it, we don't have to Wesley." Jim kisses my cheek and holds open the door to the hotel lobby.

I hadn't even realized we'd arrived! “Let's talk in the room."

He smiles wide, his adorable little ears wiggling. “Okay!"

His behavior changes on the short walk to the room. Gentle backrubs and playful licks replace rough gropes and lusty bites. I hope I didn't ruin the mood by moping, shit, what if I ruin the whole weekend?!

“After you," Jim holds the door open again and winks at me when I walk by.

I quickly remove my jacket and sit on the couch before Jim plops down next to me, causing me to bounce a little.

“What's goin' on in your noggin', Wes?" Jim wraps an arm around me and pulls me into his side.

“I haven't done this in a long time, Jim." I lean into him.

“I'll go slow, promise!" Jim laughs. “I jus' wanna do it with my husband, don't care if you do it like a pornstar or somethin'."

“I know that I'm just… nervous. About…" I sigh. “Everything. Moving, planning a wedding, everything."

Jim doesn't say anything as he scoots closer.

“I guess I thought 'Jim is the best thing in my life, so let's get married!' and that everything else would make sense." I sigh. “But nothing makes sense and I'm still anxious."

“'Bout what?" He asks.

“That I'm not gonna be good enough, or that I can't be the guy you need me to be, Jim. I want to take care of you, but what if–"

“Wes, that's dumb." Jim raises an eyebrow.

“What do you mean du–"

“Not like that ! I jus' mean… you're the guy I want n' stuff. I said I'd marry you." He says matter-of-factly. “Not t'mention I'm a grown man, damn Wes! I can take care of myself!"

“But Jim–"

“Wesley…" He places his paw on my cheek. “I ain't goin' nowhere without you,"

“But–Mmmmmmfff…" I moan into his maw as he presses his lips to mine.

“I guess I could tell you over n' over again that I love you," He nibbles my lower lip. “But why don't I jus' show you?"

“Jim I–" Again he cuts me off with a kiss.

Holding my head in his paws he smiles. “I don't wanna hear nothin' but my name comin' outta your mouth, Wes."

I raise an eyebrow and smirk. “Where'd you hear that?"

“I think I saw it on TV," His nose twitches and he grumbles. “But it's true!"

“Alright baby bear, alright."

This time his grin is less innocent. “Nuh-uh, today I'm your papa bear."

“Ooooh, is that so?" I ask.

He nods. “Let's get you into bed!"

Carefully avoiding the hotel furniture Jim and I shed our clothes. He lays back on the bed and watches me undress, smiling the whole time. He's left his underwear on and rubs the slightly damp bulge that stresses the fabric.

“Mmm… I like the way your butt bounces a little when you're takin' off your undies!" Jim winks. “Now get nekkid and get busy!"

“Busy…?" I ask.

“Busy suckin' my dick!" He tilts the bulge in his pants toward me. “Leavin' it to you to get my underwear off."

Cute.

The way he's looking at me makes me nervous and very horny. His face and eyes are all desire and want, but there's a gentleness that puts me at ease. This isn't the first time I've blown Jim but…

I guess it is the first time I've blown my Fiance, which is nerve-wracking in a way. Before I can get too deep in my own thoughts a gentle paw presses the back of my head, burying my nose in his underwear.

Jim doesn't say anything, he just holds me there. The warmth of his full, hairy balls and his fat pink cock is inviting. I rub my face against his bulge, licking at the rough fabric and breathing in his earthy, masculine scent while my hands grab at his belly fur.

Looking up at Jim I see he's so relaxed, eyes closed and grumbling, he has a paw on his belly and I reach up and squeeze it. He smiles and motions for me to rub his belly. His fur is soft and warm, and it feels like silk in my fingers.

Deciding I've played with his bulge enough I peel his underwear off and bury my face in his crotch, inhaling his scent from the source and slathering his balls with my tongue. Fuck, he's got huge balls.

My plan to tease him is cut short when a gruff snort and an insistent paw point his shaft right at my mouth. In an unusual show of dominance, Jim starts to slide himself past my lips and buck his hips, slowly pushing more and more of his thickness into my mouth

I taste his salty-sweet precum oozing from the tip. Fuck, it's kind of hot how he's fucking my face. Even though it's slow and steady the paw on the back of my head urging me to take more and more of him has an instant effect on me.

I reach down to stroke myself and Jim growls again.

“Nuh uh, not till Papa Bear says so." He presses my head down, holding me with my face buried in his bush until I gag.

He only lets me back off a few inches. I've sucked Jim many times, but I always struggle with his girth. I worry about scraping my teeth against his shaft and usually, he lets me take it slow, but today he's taking charge.

“Ya need this more than me Wes," His voice is a heavy growl. “Fuck, yeah you do."

Fuck, he's right. Maybe today he could be my… no, I'm not calling him that. My tongue glides along the bottom of his shaft and swirls around his tip, which always drives him wild, and should get him in the mood to top–

“You need this, Wes, c'mon, take it!" Jim growls as both of his paws cup my face and he pulls all but his tip from my mouth.

Suddenly my mouth is full of his thick load. In my surprise, I swallow the first jet of cum, and Jim doesn't give me any other option as he starts fucking his load into my mouth. Fuck, I don't think I–!

I struggle to keep up with it, and I cough as he pulls out and shoots even more onto my face. How the fuck is he still cumming? He strokes out the last few shots onto my face, painting me white with his cum.

“Gawd, ya look good like that Wes." He ruffles my hair with a paw. “You did a good, good job… Mmmm…"

“I thought you were gonna fuck me, Jim." I grab my shirt and move to wipe my face with it.

He sits up and raises an eyebrow. “Don't even think about it,"

“Jim, you–"

He takes the shirt and guides my hand to his cock. He's still hard. “I ain't done, Wes. It's been three days since I got off. There's buckets left in there, all for you. Husband." He makes his point by squeezing his large balls.

“I–"

“And I think you look mighty cute with my load in your goatee." Jim slides off the bed and moves to stand in front of me. “Lay down,"

I bite my lip. “Okay P–."

“Hehe… You like my balls?" He stands over me and moves his hefty, and recently emptied, sack to my face. “Don't think I don't notice how much you like to kiss n' lick em, go on, get to it. We got a long night ahead of us."

I take half of the heavy sacks in my mouth, the other rests on my chin. His scent is amplified by his cum still dripping down my face and my proximity to his balls. Fuck I can't get enough. It's not musky, just a natural and manly smell I could get lost in forever.

“But I know what you like even better," He moves forward and drags his cock across my face.

Before I know it I'm staring up at his broad, furry, brown backside and his huge ass. I can't help but lick my lips, it's my favorite view of Jim. Almost. I bury my face in his hefty ass and watch his cute little tail wiggling with pleasure as I greedily rim him.

“Take your time, Wes, we got alllll night." Jim says as he suddenly applies all of his weight to my face. He swivels his hips, grinding my tongue further into him and smearing his own cum all over his crack.

My mind goes blank as I focus on pampering his eager hole, tasting the warm and sensitive flesh and the cum smeared along it. He wiggles his hips and his cheeks jiggle in my sight, his tail is flicking around madly. Fuck, even when he's trying to be 'Papa Bear' he loves getting his butt played with.

He grinds his ass into my face. “Mmm… Damn, you make me wish I was the one gettin' fucked tonight."

I mumble something that might be a response, but I'm not listening. I fuckin' love this big, fuzzy, soft, ass. I buck my hips upward and my cock twitches as Jim's paw wraps around my shaft.

He pulls his velvet smooth paw away. “Whoa! Someone's got no trigger discipline tonight, huh?"

I roll my eyes and slap his ass.

“That's more like it," He leans forward giving me a chance to breathe. “Lemme jus' – hell," He growls as he fumbles with a nearby drawer. “Gotchya, you little bastard!"

I don't see what he grabbed but the tell-tale clicking sound of a bottle of lube being popped open isn't lost on me. Jim wastes no time and I gasp at the first contact of the viscous fluid on my hole.

He gently massages the lube on the outside and slowly, carefully, presses a single digit in to slick me up further. I'm still not sure how much time passes, I adore this man's body and I lose myself to pampering him.

At some point, he lifts my legs and spreads them apart so he can apply lube and pressure more easily, and I only notice he's fit two fingers inside me already when he finally removes his perfect, fuzzy, brown ass from my face.

“D'aww, don't be sad, Wesley. Y'know, bein' my husband n' all anytime you want I can take a seat on your face!" Jim laughs.

“Wuh–?" I mumble.

“You made the saddest little sound when I got up!" He says. “Now go on n' roll over, I'm gonna fuck ya."

“Y–Okay." I obey.

Once I'm on my stomach Jim awkwardly continues to prepare me. He seems a lot less certain now that we're approaching the main event, I don't think he's topped anyone before. Oh God, I hope he's gentle.

My bear straddles my backside and lines his fat pink cock up with my hole. I hear him grumbling to himself about how his legs are sore, and to be fair it can be a little uncomfortable your first couple of times.

One paw rests beside my head as he uses the other to keep on target. I shiver lightly as his warm leaking tip kisses my hole and he smears me with his pre-cum. I close my eyes and hug the pillow tightly as he presses inside.

“Jus' relax, I'll go real, real slow." Jim's voice is shaky.

I focus on my breath as the pressure builds.

“Almost…" Jim takes his other paw from his cock and places it on my backside as he presses further.

“Fffffuuuuuuuuccckkkkkk…" I groan as he finally gets the tip inside.

“Lemme know if it gets, uh, t-to much." He rubs my back and gently continues to slide into me.

I have to stop him once or twice, his girth pushes me to my limit. We both moan pleasurably when his belly finally comes to rest on my back and his balls slap against my cheeks. I breathe a heavy sigh of relief.

“Damn…" He whispers. “You're so, so fuckin' hot, Wes."

I whimper as he uses on paw to ruffle my hair.

“Lemme knows when I–"

“F-fuck me, please." I press back into him, wincing slightly. “Please."

He starts slow, almost painfully so. Half an inch out, then in, then an inch, out and in, until he settles into a natural and comfortable rhythm. I can't get enough of his touch, I reach out and grab his paw on the bed.

He rubs my back to the same rhythm as he fucks me. His belly is so warm, and so soft, and his fur feels amazing against my skin. His huge balls slap against my cheeks and it feels so fucking good I don't know why I hadn't let him do this sooner.

“That's it," Jim chuckles. “Lemme take care of ya, Wes."

“Yeah…Please…" I bite my lip.

“I told ya, I ain't gonna leave, and I, fuckin'... I won't hurt you." He hilts himself inside me.

Every thrust makes his fat shaft press against my prostate, and as his tempo increases so does my own pleasure. Wave after wave of lust and need causes my breath to hitch in my throat and my body to quiver.

My cock leaks against the bedsheets. “Fuuuuuck…"

“You alright?" He leans down and presses his muzzle to my ear.

I can only nod.

“Good." I gasp as his paw reaches beneath me and squeezes my cock.

“J-Jim!" I fuck myself onto his cock as I desperately thrust into his paw.

“Gettin' close?" He nibbles my ear.

“Uh-huh!"

“Good, good…" Jim kisses my neck and abruptly stops fucking me.

“Wh-What? Please I–"

“You gotta say it, Wes." He laughs.

“Say wh–"

He squeezes my cock and shoves his entire cock into me, his balls loudly plapping against my cheeks. “Call me papa bear ."

“C'mon I– Ugh!" I lose my words as he pulls out.

“Whose your papa bear?!" He slaps my ass.

I roll my eyes, and can't help but smile. “I'm not call–Fuuuuuuck meeeeee!"

He presses inside and stops just at my most sensitive spot. “I think y'like this spot."

“I–" An unbecoming whine escapes my lips.

“D'aww! What was that noise?! I never heard you make that sound before!"

“It–" I blush as another involuntary moan fills the room.

“You wanna cum so bad , huh, my sexy fella." He scratches my head. “Jus' say 'papa bear, please fuck me all good n' nice like you do!' and I'll fill yah."

“I am not saying all of th–" Dammit.

His nose presses against my cheek. “Then I guess I'm done fuckin' your mighty nice, mighty tight, silky-smooth butt, huh?"

I can't think straight. His cock is still rock-solid and throbbing inside me, but the natural pressure of it isn't enough to get me off. I'm so fucking close , I should never have told Jim about the prostate.

“C'moooooon, I wanna cum toooooooo…" He licks my cheek.

“P–Please fuck m-me," I sigh.

“Please fuck me…?" He nibbles my ear.

Aright. Enough of this, just because he's fucking me doesn't mean I can't still be in charge! I buck back fully onto his cock. “ Fuck my FUCKING brains out, Papa Bear!"

“Er, uhm I–" He pushes himself off of my back and grabs my waist. “Y-Yessi– Yeah!"

His thrusting picks up speed, but I'm so fucking horny that I start to match him. He's so thick and I'm so full and the way his balls feel against me and his belly fur, good fucking GOD, I need this.

“Y–You like papa bears fat cock?! Huh?!" He slaps my ass, he's getting close.

“Yeah! Give it to me, papa, give it to me!" As he pulls out I push myself back into him and instinctively clench. “Breed me, give me your fuckin' load!"

“Oh, Oh G-God!" Jim squeezes my waist and pulls me into his crotch, holding me there.

I feel his dick spasm inside me and his cum start to fill me, it's enough to push me over the edge right there with him. I cry out his name as I dirty the sheets with my load. I whine when I feel his load spill out of me, down my taint over my balls, and onto the sheet. It's so fucking warm and so fucking goooooood…

“I–I'm all sleepy, now." He collapses on top of me, his spent cock still in me.

“I…I need a shower, Jim." I say.

“...Okay." Probably because of his inexperience, he stands right up and pulls his entire shaft out of me in one motion.

“Fuuuuuuuck! Not so fast, baby bear!" I whimper.

“Oh! I, shit, you okay, Wes?"

“Yeah, yeah, c'mon, you gotta help me clean up."

Jim holds out a paw and helps me to the shower. It's a tight fit, but we make it work. Jim is at least as tired as I am and we take turns washing each other. He's especially gentle and careful with me, and I am a lot more sore than I thought I was.

“Was I goooood?" Jim wraps his arms around me as I dry off.

“You were great, papa bear ." I kiss his muzzle.

“Mmmm…Told you I'd take good care of you." He kisses my cheek. “Love you."

“I love you too, ready for bed?"

“Hell yeah, I am! Fuckin' is a lot of work, lord, I'm jus' gonna let you do the toppin' most of the time."

“I can live with that." I grab two handfuls of his ass and bounce his cheeks, causing his nubby-tail to wiggle. Too cute! “For pullin' out all at once I'm gonna give it to ya good, baby bear, think you can handle it?"

“Hehe, yeah, yeah." He laughs. “C'mon, husband , let's get to sle–" Jim yawns loudly. “Sleep."

We don't speak as we cuddle up next to each other. Jim presses his back into me and I wrap my arms around him and rub his belly. Before long, he's snoring, and I feel myself drift away into a peaceful sleep.

---

Wes was so sure he wasn't gonna cry durin' our vows.

“I p-p–I–" He wipes his snot on the arm of his suit. “I promise I'll–"

I think this is why he wanted to do his first, but I jus' couldn't wait to tell everyone how much I love him!

Gripping his hands in my paws I give him a warm smile.

Wes takes a deep breath. “I can't imagine a future w-without you, b-baby bear."

My eyes well up.

“So I just wanna say, uhm," He snorts. “Thank you for being my husband, and I'm gonna show you every day how much I love you. I promise."

Wes kinda just repeats that for a while, poor guy. I already knew all of that stuff, but it's nice to hear him say it! I know we're destined to be together forever 'cause if we didn't kill each other fixin' up the house this past year nothin' will come between us.

Unless we gotta do more work in the kitchen…

“I do," Wesley says.

Oh! Shit! This is the big moment, uh! “I do!"

Wes raises an eyebrow and a few people laugh. “He didn't finish the uh, the vow, thing, Jim."

“Oh…" My ears fall flat. Dammit.

Wes shakes his head. “Can we skip to the good part?"

With a laugh, the priest, a portly old goat, nods. “I now pronounce you, Mr. and Mr. Parksgrove!"

“Well, Wes wh–Mmmf!" I barely get a word out before Wes grabs the back of my neck and kisses me hard. Really, really , hard. Good GOD! He ain't never kissed me like this. His tongue is in my mouth, one hand holds me by the neck while the other is wrapped around my back.

Wow. I feel kinda high and the sound of people clapping and cheering sounds far away. His cologne makes him smell like pine trees and a creek, my heart races as he gently sucks on my lower lip.

He pulls away slowly, smiling up at me. “I love you, Jim."

“I–Uhh…" I stand upright and cough, I can see Daddy lookin' away, so are my cousins. Damn. I uh, I hope they didn't hear my, uh, moanin'...

“Did I kiss the sense out of you, c'mon! We got pictures to take before dinner." Wes grabs me by the paw and we walk down the aisle together.

Fuckin'... I thought all the annoyin' shit was outta the way! We've been outside the barn for over an hour takin' pictures. God. I'm hungry! Wes picks up on my annoyance and squeezes my arm.

“Just a few more, baby bear, I promise. Then we can eat." He scratches my muzzle.

“All the good appetizers are gonna be gone! Ain't gonna be a single pig-in-a-blanket left." I grumble.

“I'll make some for you on the honeymoon, baby bear." Wes forces a smile as the camera click.

I grumble.

“Smile, baby bear, it'll make it go faster." Wes sighs.

I smile, but I ain't happy about this!

“See, Jim! They saved some for us." Wes hands me the plate of little appetizers.

“Thank God . I didn't even get lunch today!" I practically swallow the whole plate before I realize, uh, I was probably s'posed to share with Wesley. “Oh, uh, here!" I thrust the plate at him.

“...Thanks." Wes takes the half-eaten biscuit and a quarter of a sandwich.

Oops.

Wesley and I get dinner first, at least. A perfect country-style dinner! Steak, taters, gravy, biscuits, green bean casserole, plus all the fixin's! Wes might be hungrier than I am cause he doesn't say a word to me while he eats.

He don't say much at all now that the pictures and the ceremony are done.

“Wes," I shake his shoulder.

“Hmm?"

“You okay?"

“Tired." He leans into me. “Long… week."

It has been kinda crazy. Finishin' the kitchen, doin' the wedding prep, not to mention all the drama bout Wesley's mom showin' up outta nowhere. Never heard my Momma cuss before, but I can imagine it took a lot outta Wes to see all that.

I even learned a couple of new words that day.

I hope he's at least enjoyin' the wedding! But I do get an idea…

“Hey, Wesley?"

“Yeah?"

“Wanna sneak away after our first dance?" I kiss his cheek.

He stares at me for a second. “Yes."

I pull him into my neck fuzz. “Hehe, my sneaky husband. "

“It was your idea, baby bear!" He buries his face in my fur. “Your fur is so soft today, Jim, damn. I could sleep like this."

“That almost makes sittin' at the groomers for three hours this mornin' worth it. I missed my lunch!" I don't like gettin' my fur all done up. It takes forever!

“Not even for your husband?" Wes looks up to me, he looks tired but I can tell he's the happiest he's been in ages.

“I–" God, he's so cute sometimes. “I guess it's worth it if you like it…"

“That's my bear, I won't make you do it much." Wes sits back upright in his chair.

We talk about the food, the forty or so people who came to the weddin', mostly my family. One of Wesley's more distant cousins showed up, I think he's happy about that even if hasn't said much.

He usually doesn't talk about how he's feeling, even after we got engaged. But I can tell he's happier. He'll sneak up on me and kiss me, I catch him smiling to himself all the time, he drinks less, and I even caught him dancin' in front of the bathroom mirror!

I can't ask for anything better.

The toasts are pretty short. Grace talks about when Daddy almost killed Wes, Wesley's old shooting coach offers a few words, and Daddy even says he's glad to know I got a good man! Wes and I were both surprised by that.

“Finally…" Wes whispers as people clear the dinner tables from the concrete floor of the barn.

“Ready to dance, husband?" I wink.

“Ready to sleep , but this first." He laughs.

Once we get to the center of the room Wesley's face changes. He looks less tired, but not more energetic, maybe more… Soft? He hugs me and runs his hands up and down my back.

“I love you," He says.

“I love you, too." I place my paws on his waist.

A slow and romantic song starts to play, I remember the one we picked but I don't hear any words or even any notes. I just see him, and he sees me. We sway together gently, pulling a little closer every step until he's pressed up against my belly.

The lights come up and more people join us on the floor. Wes leans into me and rubs his face against the fabric of my dark green vest. I can tell he's exhausted, poor guy.

“Jim?" Wes says, just loud enough to hear.

“Yeah?" I rest my chin on his head.

“Wanna get outta here?" He runs a hand along my muzzle.

“Yessir!"

I'm a big guy, so it's hard to sneak, but Wesley manages to convince the couple of people who catch us on the way out we're just gonna take some moonlight pictures in the snow! It is real pretty, but I'm goin' home.

Any more pictures and I'll die.

Wes practically falls out of the truck when we get home. “Bed."

“D'aww! I thought you'd wanna make love t'your husband on our weddin' night!" I stand behind him as he unlocks the door and drape myself over him. “I've been thinkin' about gettin' you outta that suit all day ."

Wesley laughs. “Too tired,"

“Awww…" I know he's sleepy, but I was hopin' –

“But tomorrow I'm going to fuck you till you're a crying mess, baby bear, then we can head off for the honeymoon." He presses the door open and I nearly fall over.

“Uh, y–yessir." I love when he says that kinda stuff, but sometimes it surprises me.

By now we both remember the safest way through the house. Most of it is done, but the living room is still a wreck, not to mention the guest bedroom. We finished the master bedroom first, though, Wes looked sick at the idea of sleepin' on an air mattress.

Wes faceplants on the bed. “Mmmf…Husband…"

“I'm comin', I'm comin', husband ." I fall ontop of him. He groans but he looooooves when I squish him under my belly. He says it makes him feel warm and cozy.

“Ready for the honeymoon tomorrow?" I ask.

“Mmmm…"

“You got all the groceries picked out for the trip?"

“Mmmm…"

“Is the trailer all packed?"

“...."

“Wesley?"

“..."

“Husband?"

A loud snore breaks the silence.

“Good night, Wes. I love you."

“Lovbyotu…"

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I place my jacket in the snow and sit. I don't notice the cold as I focus my attention on the thermos steaming in the cool winter air. I frown down into the coffee and try not to look up. Why is this so hard?

“I hate that you were right," I mutter. “He is good for me, really good."

I sigh and watch my breath fog. Saying only a few words is hard and there's a lot left for me to say. Maybe if he were able to say something back it'd be easier, but this one-sided conversation is torture.

“I hate that you felt like you couldn't say that to me." I swirl the thermos. “I hate that you didn't –"

Jim and I talked about this. Well, I talked and he listened. Today I shouldn't be angry , today is a good day, and I need to be understanding . Not that it's not okay to be angry, I'm allowed to be!

Hell, I should be after–

I sip my coffee. “Today is good, Dad. It's really good. Jim and I got married yesterday. I'm, uh, actually a little angry you weren't here for it."

That feels immature, it's not like he could control–It wasn't– It wasn't all his fault. If he just hadn't fucking–

Taking a sip of my coffee, I try to refocus and calm down. “I'm sorry. We never talked like this before. So it's kind of hard." I wipe the snot from my nose. “There's just one thing I really, really gotta s-say."

I reach into my pocket and run my fingers over the crumpled-up and triple-folded piece of paper. My vision gets misty as I read the first line in my head. Shaking away the tears I clear my throat and begin.

“Dad. I was angry at you for a long time. Angry at how you treated me, about how you didn't seem to understand me, and how I thought you hated me f-for being, uhm, gay." I take a sip of coffee. “But I realize now, maybe too late, that you didn't hate me."

“You were just scared for me, your son, because when you w-were growin' up bein' gay was the worst thing you could be. So you put a gun in my hands and taught me to shoot not because you hated me, but because it was the only way you knew how to protect me."

“And I'm s-sorry, I'm so sorry, that I was too angry to see that." My exhale is raspy and weak and my voice is a strained whine. “But you don't have to worry, anymore, and I don't have to be angry because I, uh–" I take a sip of coffee, most of it spills over my lips. “Because yesterday I got married to the best guy in the world. We're goin' camping for our h-honeymoon."

“And now, the only thing that I'm angry about is that you weren't here for it." There's more on the note, but I can't bring myself to continue. “I promise I'll come back to see you, Dad," I just wish I had done it sooner.

Gathering what little I brought I walk with my head down through the cemetery. I focus on the warmth of my thermos, on how much more snow we've gotten this year than last, and of course on Jim.

He doesn't say anything when I get back to the truck, and he doesn't move when I throw my arms around him and cry into his silky-soft fur. A large paw runs up and down my back and I he kisses my forehead a few times.

I'm so glad he's still here.

“Take as long as you need, Wes, we got a whoooooole lifetime together." Jim smiles, but his eyes are sad. Welcoming, loving, big, green, and kind, but sad.

I press my face into his neck.

“I ain't goin' anywhere, n' it's a short drive t' the honeymoon. We can leave tomorrow instead and–"

“I think I'm ready to go now." I kiss his muzzle. “Your fur is still soft!"

He laughs and doesn't mention the abrupt subject change. “It better be! I sat in that damn groomer's chair for hours!"

“I couldn't have been that bad, Jim."

“Well I ain't a priss! I'm done in ten minutes!"

“It was a special day, baby bear! I know you think it's fun to get all 'prissy' every now and then." I kiss him again.

“Yeah, well, you can only get married once." Jim replies, it takes him a couple seconds to process his own words. “Well, we'll only get married once."

“Right." I ooze sarcasm.

He gasps in genuine shock. “WHAT?! WESLEY YOU DON'T MEAN–"

“Of course not, Jim. I was messing with you!" I playfully smack his thigh.

“It ain't a joke! I married you and we're stayin' married!"

After the disaster that was my parents' marriage, I should have doubts. After the shitshow I've been, the wreck of a person I am, and the uncertainty that has constantly plagued me, I really should have doubts.

But one look into his big, green, kind eyes and I know he's right. I squeeze his thigh and he pulls the truck away from the cemetery.

I watch the headstones roll by, then the church, then the little bar where Grace works, the range I'm to start volunteering at next year, the carefully-hidden trail to the old logging camp, and the turnoff to dads old house, all fade away.

We stop at a light. The last one before we drive off for a romantic camping trip for the next week. I wasn't sure, but Jim promises he'll be able to keep me plenty warm, even in the winter.

I still packed a gas-powered heater for the tent, though.

“You ready, Wes?" Jim asks.

It takes me longer to reply than it should. I absentmindedly run my hand up and down his leg before his rough and warm paw-pads encircle my hand. I squeeze and take a deep breath, and for the first time in a long time, I'm certain.

“Yeah. I'm ready."

Thank you all for reading. I hope it was worth the wait. It's a lot harder to end things than to start them, but I am proud of this. It's the longest thing I've ever written & shared, and I learned so much about what I like to write, what I want to write more of in the future, and it gave me so much confidence to explore and try new things.<br />

Thank you all so much for reading, I hope it brought you joy!